by Jule Kucera | Mar 10, 2019 | Blog
(If you don’t want to see a photo of an icky wound, stop scrolling when you get to the end of the post.) When I was in Tampa for my final trip for the bank, Leda was in boarding. Leda is my greyhound. She is nine-and-a-half years old and we have lived together since...
by Jule Kucera | Mar 3, 2019 | Blog
I am no longer an employee of Fifth Third Bank. I am no longer employed anywhere. I have been earning money since I was 13, full-time since 24. The only break in being an employee was when I moved to Michigan to be with Trent and became a full-time freelancer with...
by Jule Kucera | Feb 24, 2019 | Blog
I used to think that forgiving someone was an event. You forgive someone. They get a clean slate. One and done. I don’t believe that anymore. I have a deep and persistent fear of becoming a bag lady. As one of my friends asked incredulously, “Do you know how far you...
by Jule Kucera | Feb 17, 2019 | Blog
(Some posts are harder to write than others.) My mother likes to get cards in the mail. I like to give cards. It’s a good combination. Because Valentine’s Day was coming, I stood in front of a wall of pink and red cards, needing to pick one for my mother. In prior...
by Jule Kucera | Feb 10, 2019 | Blog
Last week’s question about choosing to see the world differently led to this one: What if I saw myself not as what I was, with all my stories, but without them? Who would I be if I weren’t who I was? What if I continue to see myself as a daughter, but not the daughter...
